He stared into the mirror, lightly fingering the corner of the frames. He'd always heard that the looked distinguished, intelligent, aloof…attractive. He'd heard that they helped him give off a 'dark charm'; one that everyone seemed to find irresistible.

But it wasn't him that his angel's eyes were glued to anymore.

It was no longer him that he came bouncing around like a deranged puppy, a plot or scheme fresh in his mind. It wasn't him that he locked those big blues on and spoke his name and begged his attention and annoyed in that way that you never could quite find truly annoying…no, he had someone else for that now.

He sat the glasses to the side by the small green and white container. He tilted his head and watched the hair fall lightly into his eyes.

Contacts…well, why not? They worked for her.


This was my first drabble. I was very psyched. I quite like it, but almost wish that I had left it as just this, instead of continuing it. So, feel free to just read it standalone or with the additions. They are all only loosely connected, anyway. So...enjoy.